This love got no tail
His love has no sail
On his ego, I always fail.
Look at me now, I'm pale,
Oh God! I'm in pain.

I was trapped in his holly fool,
I can guess he is now full,
Full of suckling my body in the pool.
He offered me a stool
Which was made from fake tools
And later begged me not to sue.
He then questioned his actions with no clue,
His fake love gingered me to pull.

When I swam in his pool of love,
With him, I always stampede.
He was full of intriguing tales,
I loved that,...